Analysis of Behind the Veil (11/20/87)

Like some great tree in the twilight
Of the year, I have been stripped of all
My finery, and left standing naked in
The cold of winter, ravaged by the elements,
Yet I shall endure to the end.

I am that tree, outwardly mute and
Inexpressive, perhaps nearly lifeless,
While within rises a passion that,
Freed, would fill the air with music
And set the night ablaze.

As what appears to be one thing
Is really another, so behind this
Veil is the strength to survive
The harsh forces of winter bringing
Forth new and vigorous life.

I stand proud, bending yet unbroken
By icy winds of long winter nights
Slowly gathering strength so when the air
Is warm and sweet I will burst forth
Showering the earth with joy.